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𓎟𓎟 "oh yes it's you, i welcome death with. as the world caves in." 𝄞 a love letter signed with mike wheelers initials (gender-neutral reader) 𓂃𓈒
ℒ.ove mail ┈ 🍒 ꫂ DOES NOT FOLLOW THE EXACT EVENTS OF S5, barely does bc ignore it for my own wellbeing. mike wheeler i'm so sorry the duffer brothers forgot who you were. genuinely had to get off my ass and write this because 🌞 not to my wheeler. probably a little inaccurate i made myself forget s5 (spoilers) for the sake of fanfic pretend byler wasn't written by the duffer brothers and had a proper closure conversation, and jane didn't fucking die ??????
mike didn't know life without the party.
they were his glue, holding him together, and it started with the core four. the people who had his back when he was bullied, scared, mourning, hurting.
and now he had suddenly grown up, saved the world, and had to live in it without them. lucas had max, dustin had suzie, and the wonder twins were free and had each other.
so mike, the boy who was terrified of one day never being needed, that the heart of the party would one dag die.. had you. sweet, amazing you.
he hadn't noticed it before, your longing gaze (it was hard having to deal with two other ones, he sometimes jokes), the way you stayed when people assumed that what he needed was for them to go, that it was just mike wheeler at it again, trying to be the tough guy, swallowing down all of his emotions. but you saw differently.
even if both of you were only thirteen, you saw it, him, just a boy terrified of the things he saw. and it was like a promise was made that day that neither side ever acknowledged. that you would be impossibly close to mike's side, and for all his sass, his temper, his 'we don't need anyone else in the party!'
mike let you.
mike let you seep into the cracks on his skin like gold fixing porcelain, mending his wounds, even if they'd still be there. the scars were irreversible but apparently so were you and the influence you had on him. the party kept their murmurs quiet, noticing how mike's hair had suddenly become.. neater. no less wild and untamed, but it was remarkably presentable.
how he spoke more when you were at the table.
how his attention seemed to be elsewhere when you weren't.
oh, and god forbid, the bracelets.
it's not as if the core four were assholes, but they were boys. they were all little, immature boys once, who said that even if they'd go through hell and back for one another.. they would never wear something as corny as friendship bracelets.
guess the gossip discussion of lucas, dustin, and eddie for the next couple of weeks. lucas went as far as to write to jane and will because of it—which was a rather hilarious effort on his part.
and sure, mike wheeler was most definitely changing. but everyone with a functioning brain was more than confident that he couldn't make a move if his left arm was on the line for it. he could roll a 20 on charisma, somehow stutter on a single word, blame it on you, and you never see him again. that's just how he was.
thus his eternal debt to the universes way of planning had begun the day you asked him out. nothing big, just milkshakes after school, maybe even go to the park afterwards. albeit it could have very well been a friendly gesture, hell, he'd done a bunch of milkshake runs with dustin in the past.
key difference: dustin wasn't flushed or embarrassed while asking, nor had mike ever been holding his breath for so long just waiting for any indication of it being some cruel joke. (it wasn't)
"crazy, isn't it?" mike chuckled, cleaning up what could officially be called his last dnd module. the figurines he's made through the years displayed on a shelf nearby. of course, the paladin and your role of choice next to one another. "i would've ended up a loner in my moms basement if you didn't want to satisfy your sweet tooth after school one day."
he doesn't miss your little amused snort from the other side of the room, keeping away the chairs that the party had long outgrown. "wow, thanks. it took me years of courage to ask you out, and all you remember were the milkshakes."
"they were sweet." "don't—" "your lips were too, you know."
"wheeler, you say that every time we talk about that day!" you say in faux annoyance, like your grin isn't obvious as you steal a glance his way, the playfulness from your youth never truly fading. "just can't let it go, huh?"
"you're the one that kissed me after i dropped you off at your place." he reminded. "not my fault you couldn't wait for a mint and settled for your favorite flavour of shake."
the room feels warm, not hot, but familiar. it's like years of banter and memories will be forever preserved 8 feet below the home of the wheelers. stories of love, friendship, breakup, and so much more. all safely kept in those four walls and the hearts of many who walked out its door. "well, you kissed me back. and were awful at it." you reminded him with a tease.
mike smiled at you longingly, placing down the module and making his way to you. "i was surprised that you were confident enough to tell me that."
you turn at the sound of his footsteps, not a single attempt to stop the smile on your lips as you cross your arms. "someone had to."
"then i didn't kiss you for three whole months." "yeah, which made me think you hated me!"
"quite the opposite. i loved you so much, i was terrified of ever messing that up again." he was infront of you now, tall as ever, grown into his looks. you remember the nights that you couldn't stop shaking, terrified of the idea that you'd never be able to see him this way. whether it meant because of his death, or yours.
"but then you had the genius idea to do it after meeting suzie at her house—" "it made me realize how lucky i was that you were always right there, while dustin only had radiotowers and stupid-singalongs!"
you don't know when mike's arms wrapped around your waist, but you just know it's something you've grown familiar with, the magnet that always pulled you towards mike's touches. "good. my god, i can't believe it took you that long." you mumbled.
as he leaned his head down, his glasses slightly pressed against your face as he nose softly brushes yours. "i'm sorry. but hey, did you doubt me any other time? when i brought you your favorite flowers, or food, or snuck into your home even when i shouldn't have?"
oh how he relishes the way you lean into him, following his gentle affection as you close your eyes. "mm. not really."
he's supposed to say something smooth, something like: "allow me make up for the three months", anything to convince you that he's the cool suave guy he believes he grew up to be.
the only issue is that you beat him to it. "wheeler, your glasses are sharp."
and under no pressure— "sorry, sorry." he mutters under his breath, awkward hands fumbling for his glasses as they slide down his nose, stuffing them into his back pocket as now you're forced to be subjected to his weak, kicked, puppy-dog eyed stare. "i forget how pesky these things are."
"and they make you look like your dad." you added with a shrug. "do not say that." mike scoffed. "i have an amazing partner, an amazing life, a whole world of opportunities outside that basement door.."
with his glasses out of the way, he's able to lean down lower, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. "and so much time to spend it all with you, okay?" ... he goes for another, but this time, doesn't break the kiss. he loves you gently, and you remember that each time his lips are on yours. "that makes me nothing like my father."
now, slowly pressing against the nearest surface, your hand in his hair to ruin the sidepart that was also making him look like ted wheeler.. mike looked like mike again. a mess of curls, with hands that didn't know what they were doing, truthfully. with the person who saved his life, the reason that he was able to fight until today.
really quick drabble that is lowk self indulgent hi HAHSHAHS i'll figure out how to write soon.. hello stranger things fandom!!! s5 mike how i adore you
mike wheeler was not known for being able to hide his emotions well.
he likes to pretend he's slick about it, nonchalant even, the way he approaches situations. he likes to think that he's thinking with an analytical mind, when he was very much more intuitive. more gut-feeling based, just feeling based in general.
you joked about it while you two were cleaning up after morning breakfast while jonathan and nancy helped holly get ready.
"oh please," mike scoffed, bumping his knee against yours. "name like.. 1 time i acted on impulse."
"oh.. sure."
case 1: making his mom drop him off at your house after daycare because you didn't show up. (you were sick, little mike didn't know what that was yet. all he knew was that you weren't at daycare and he didn't like that. a bunch of other kids came up to him wanting to play and all he wanted was you.)
case 2: bolting down the school hallways and down long staircases just because lucas mentioned how you got into a fight with a stupid jock. (you told them off for talking shit about dustin, things got messy, and you were apparently in the infirmary. mike didn't know what he'd do once he saw you, demand who did this? scold you? tell you that you were badass? he didn't know back in daycare, and he doesn't know now. but all he knows is that he's not gonna like seeing you bloodied, but he wants to still see you regardless.)
case 3: after the run in with billy, him forcing his already beaten, exhausted body to crawl to yours— which was equally strained. you couldn't muster up the strength, but he was, biting his lip so hard it broke skin just to be able to reach you. (he didn't care about the pain. what he cared about was seeing the tears stream down your face and doing what his body was exterting a mass amount of effort to just barely do.)
mike let out an indignant squawk to interrupt your reasons before they got too embarrassing. "okay, sure— maybe i should think before i act!" he huffed. "but what would you have done in my shoes, hm?"
his voice drops down a surprising octave, turning into a small murmur, sighing—but not in a frustrated way—it was fond. "what wouldn't you do for somoene you love?"
both of you pause.
the water keeps running yet neither one of you even have a finger twitch after mike realizes what he said. "i—"
case 4: when after all these things, the close calls, the brushes of knees, bumping of shoulders, and prolonged—shared looks—mike blurting out that he'd been in love with you while washing dishes after breakfast.
hello everyone! while i am known for hsr one-shot style content, i'd like to branch out further and try out a series with chapters or whatnot ^_^
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you can write to my inbox or just comment or whatever works :)
i wanna write something out of my comfort zone and i wanna know what YOU wanna see come from it!
Sage, random question, do you hate/scared roaches? And do u think Anaxagoras hates them or will he be scared of one?
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hello turtle! not really, i saw them alot growing up so they're not too much a bother to kill.
however, i feel like anaxagoras is not a big fan of roaches. not quite afraid, but definitely not fond of them. roaches = mess and he HATES mess i like to think.
phainon used to joke that being able to marry you was a fairytale book come to life, and perhaps he wasn't that far off.
infront of you was the trailblazer, and so was everyone else. the chrysos heirs you've grown to fight with after all this time, sharing wounds to heal together—the weight of the world lighter after sharing it with one another.
phainon, your sweet phainon. is this truly where it ends?
he's about to take a step forward before he's stopped, his hand around yours is stuck in place. no words are exchanged between you two, but he sees it.
you're scared.
and it isn't of disappearing, not really. but forgetting. that maybe one day your love will be reborn and you and phainon may not find his way to you.
he only smiles, tugging you forward, bringing you into his arms as you both walk towards the light infront of you. he whispers soft reassurances in your ear, but they don't completely register, just listening to how his voice feels for one last time.
phainon looks back at the trailblazer, a grin on his face, clearly thankful. thankful for everything, for changing the loop, for ending their suffering forever.
you do the same, eternal gratitude reflected in your eyes. but it isn't just that, it's your final request. one made as you tightly hold onto your husbands hand, walking into your deletion. a complete erasure that any of them were ever real in this moment, or anywhere before that.
before the world can forget you, your eyes tenderly ask the trailblazer;
Sage, what's your thoughts on Flins from Genshin impact? For me, he reminds me of Anaxagoras for some reason, like whenever i see him, i see Anaxagoras. 💀
hi anonnie :)) and oh hey, flins !!! he's actually really neat... i love his aethetics and how he looks like the pokemon chandelure :) i would've totes gone back 2 genshin if i had the space (and time...) for him.
and on the anaxagoras note, does he really? must mean i outta get to work for genshin fics.
kidding! maybe. im multifandom anyway, one wouldn't hurt :p
a/n: lazy piece. i was inspired for a night... phainon you will always be famous to me. my own dabble at suggestive in celebration of kinktober for those who care about it and no i wont do more (sorry for being nonchalant guys its 4am as i write imsosleepy 😕)
tags: suggestive but im serious this tjme guys 🥀, reader is insecure abt their body.. reader is gender-neutral as always
the chrysos heir raises his brow as you stare at yourself in the mirror, turning around for the nth time with a frown like the tight-fit clothes you're wearing have personally offended you. "i don't like it." you say flatly, eyes hyperfocused on the way the cloth hugs your belly, or exposes your shoulders and collarbone, the faintest bit of folds already making you want to rip the shirt clean off and switch to your usual comfortable wear.
and phainon isn't a pushy man, never has been, but you adored the piece when you first laid eyes on it—why be bothered now? just cause of how your body looks? "angel," he coos, standing from his seat inside the dressing room and going up behind you, hands on your hips and head leaning against your shoulder, his sweet eyes meeting your conflicted ones in the mirror. "i think it looks wonderful on you."
your expression doesn't change, and he expected much. "you don't have to get it if you truly don't want it, but i just want you to know that i love you in everything you wear."
his head moves to press soft kisses on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around you tight as he moves up to your neck, relishing in the way your body shivers as a reaction to his kisses—fueling his ego. "mmh.. i know." you half whisper-half whimper, leaning your head back like that isn't giving him more access.
but despite the fact phainon would usually appreciate the gesture, you feel one arm slip away and a hand in your hair—and he isn't harsh when he tugs—but with the faintest bit of force, you're suddenly looking at yourself in the full body mirror again. "but clearly you aren't seeing just how pretty you can get."
there's a dangerous glint in phainon's eyes as he watches the realization on your face as he suddenly bares his teeth, sinking into your shoulder as you bite against your bottom lip hard enough that you could probably draw blood. "phai—" you whine, grasping for anything and just holding onto his coat in your tight grip instead. "hhhnng..."
"you don't even need all these clothes, angel." he soothes the sting of the bite with his tongue flat against your shoulder, the wetness making your legs clench and you're going limp against him, oh, he just loves it. "all that matters is that you're happy in the ones you have."
I'm so happy to see that your back, I've missed you a lot over your much-needed hiatus and when I saw that you updates I just had to talk with you again! I hope your doing well and taking care of yourself too! Sorry if this message is short, not the best at words but I hope this ask will show just how much I missed you!!
ohhh alex u sweetheart :(( and ohmulawrd ur layout goes so hard!!! thank u sm for coming in <3 I CANT WAIT TO INTERACT AGAIN ONCE CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND!
r we still fuckin wid the amphoreus men guys, do we still fuck with dovenaxa, phaingel, myheart..... sorry imean anaxagoras, phainon, and mydei..... #sos
